My Demon Queen

Chapter 151 Confucius's Intervention

Mo Qingcheng seemed to understand the true spirit's thoughts in an instant. She narrowed her eyes slightly, tensed her body, and entered a state of alert. She held the sword tightly in her right hand and began to mobilize the spiritual power in her body.

At the same time, she turned her head slightly and said to Mo Ruxue, "Ruxue, be prepared, he might counterattack."

Mo Qingcheng was speaking, but found that Mo Ruxue didn't seem to listen, and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

She turned to look at Mo Ruxue, only to see that Mo Ruxue's eyes were wandering and she was obviously distracted.

Mo Qingcheng was not angry, she just sighed softly and called out again: "Ruxue."

Mo Ruxue finally woke up from her dream and looked at Mo Qingcheng blankly: "Sister?"

Mo Qingcheng patiently repeated what she had just said.

After hearing this, Mo Ruxue's expression became serious and she quickly circulated the spiritual power in her body.

But her heart was extremely uneasy: It was him...why was he here?

At this moment, Xiaorou flew over from a distance at high speed. Mo Qingcheng's eyes were stern, and he restrained Xiaorou with a glance, and at the same time sent a message to Xiaorou: "Xiaorou, don't move."

Xiao Rou was a little panicked by this sudden confinement, but after hearing Mo Qingcheng's voice, she quickly calmed down and waited anxiously.

Confucius and others arrived at this time and instantly felt the tense atmosphere.

Confucius looked solemn and his eyes were as sharp as lightning as he carefully observed every subtle change on the battlefield.

The true spirit no longer hesitated and muttered something. In an instant, a surging force of heaven and earth gushed out from his body, and the surrounding space was distorted by this powerful force like a whirlpool.

Bai Feiyu felt the terrifying power of heaven and earth, and his face suddenly became solemn.

When his eyes fell on the two pretty figures opposite Zhen Ling, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes fixed on Mo Qingcheng who was wearing a black and red dress.

"It's her, how could it be her?"

Bai Feiyu murmured to himself, his jade-like face full of disbelief and pain.

Mo Qingcheng felt the powerful force of heaven and earth released by his true spirit. His expression remained indifferent, but the sword in his hand was flashing with lightning. Purple lightning surrounded his body like a dragon, and a powerful pressure spread out.

Everyone in the distance felt the shocking spiritual pressure from Mo Qingcheng. They all looked nervous and their hearts were on edge.

"Half a step to ascension... The Demon Queen is really well hidden!"

Confucius stroked his beard, his expression seemed calm, but his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a solemn look. He stared at Mo Qingcheng, slowly pulled out a crystal clear jade pen with his right hand, and wrote the word "block" in the air. In an instant, a translucent protective shield appeared out of thin air like a light curtain, tightly covering the crowd.

Long Qingshan and Fenghuang Xue looked at each other, their eyes filled with complicated emotions.

Long Qingshan frowned, his eyes full of worry; Fenghuang Xue pursed her lips, her expression revealing helplessness.

They both clearly read the same idea from each other's eyes: the demon clan is doomed.

Bai Feiyu seemed oblivious to all this. His eyes were as if attracted by a magnet, fixed on the figure that was wielding fire. His eyes were filled with deep worry and a faint hint of murderous intent.

He clenched his hands into fists and his body trembled slightly, as if he was trying hard to control his emotions.

"After today, I will die and the wonderland of creation will disappear, but... he will never wake up again, hahahahaha!"

The true spirit laughed at Mo Qingcheng at the top of its lungs, and that laughter was filled with endless misery and determination.

His face was distorted and his eyes were red, as if he had fallen into a desperate and crazy situation.

When Confucius heard this, his brows instantly frowned into the shape of the Chinese character "川" (Chuan). His figure flashed and he appeared between the two of them like a ghost.

His old but steady and powerful voice decisively uttered the word "Nagi".

In an instant, the violent and surging power of heaven and earth of the True Spirit seemed to be tightly restrained by an invisible giant hand and began to slow down.

On the other hand, Mo Qingcheng's purple lightning seemed to be slightly affected and its speed slowed down a little, but it still penetrated the shackles of "Nagi" with great momentum and hit the true spirit with the force of thunder.

However, the True Spirit relied on its precise control over this world and moved its body like a phantom, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

This terrifyingly powerful blow landed on one side of the Wonderland of Creation, and instantly a huge mushroom cloud rose up that covered the sky and the sun. The purple power of thunder and lightning leaked out like a mad dragon.

The lightning power that leaked out from this attack hit the protective shield that Confucius had just set up for everyone like a cannonball.

There was a "click" sound, and dense spider-web-like cracks instantly appeared on the protective shield.

Everyone was stunned, their mouths opened wide in shock.

The leaked lightning power alone has such destructive power that if it were hit head-on, it would probably really be reduced to ashes in an instant.

Xiaorou, who was far away, was almost affected by the horrific aftermath. She was frightened and her face turned pale.

Fortunately, the confinement imposed by Mo Qingcheng came with powerful protective measures, so Xiaorou was safe and sound.

"Confucius, why?"

Mo Qingcheng looked at Confucius indifferently, that cold look seemed to be able to freeze a person instantly.

She raised her head slightly, tightly gripping the hilt of the sword with her right hand, and questioned in a cold voice.

Confucius couldn't help but be a little absent-minded at this moment. Although he already knew that Mo Qingcheng had entered the realm of half-step ascension, he didn't dare to take on such a powerful and frightening attack. He took a deep breath and calmed himself.

Confucius came back to his senses, shook his head slowly, and said to Mo Qingcheng with a serious look: "Demon Queen, the creation fairyland has provided countless opportunities for this world, and it must not be destroyed."

Mo Qingcheng sneered, that laugh was full of disdain and ridicule, and replied: "Ha, my demon clan is doing things, why do you need to interfere?"

She turned slightly to the side, her purple dress fluttering in the wind, making her look even more cold and arrogant.

Confucius said sternly: "This fairyland belongs to all things in the world, it is not decided by you alone."

Mo Qingcheng raised the sword in his right hand, pointed the tip of the sword directly at Kong Fuzi, and said in a tough tone: "He hurt my people and used this to threaten me. You tell me whether it should be my decision or not."

Her eyes became more and more fierce, as if she was about to swing the knife at him in the next second.

Confucius looked back at the True Spirit. Although he could tell the True Spirit's origin at a glance, the Wonderland of Creation, as a rare training ground for all races in this world, could not be destroyed like this.

Confucius turned around, looked at Mo Qingcheng and said, "As long as your people are cured, can you give up destroying the wonderland of creation?"

Mo Qingcheng remained silent, but the purple lightning around her surged more and more violently, the light illuminated her cold and beautiful face, and the atmosphere became more tense and depressing.